The screams of a little girl echo in the dark <br />Agony clear in her tortured voice. <br /> <br />She yells for someone. <br />A boy <br />Her best friend. <br />A girl <br />Her enemy. <br /> <br />No one answers. <br /> <br />The sobs break from her chest <br />Silence shattered with broken mummbles. <br /> <br />The drops of extreme joy run down her skin <br />Smile wiped clean from her lips. <br /> <br />A hushed knocking comes from the door. <br />'Dinner.' <br /> <br />'Ah, dreadful meals, ' she sighs softly. <br />Wobbly rising, she wipes her face <br />Readys for dinner <br />And quiets herself long enough to make it through another day.<br /><br />Trissy Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-back-38/
